Moved to Europe at the age of 6 with my cousin, his wife and my mother. Had to learn a new language and just try to fit it (worked actually wonderfully well). Although I had a shittone of abandonment issues/ trust issues and anxiety because of my mother, who fled from a poor country and tried to give me a good future. I was not really neglected, but she didn’t show a lot of love and obviously she had a lot of stress and took it out on me (with words that is, she hit me only once). I always got jealous of her new boyfriends and was really disgusted by sex. Then she got married to this good, boring guy and he made sure I went to a really good high school. Made some friends, had a normal life for the first time ever. Went to festivals/ tried out weed/ parties/ keeping up good grades/ the usual. Then she decided to divorce him and kinda made it seem like my fault, because she found someone else. So we move once again and this new boyfriend of hers is like straight up douchebag. Okay, whatever, I’ve been through this shit. I keep on having a normal life, although it’s getting harder. We move a couple more times. By this time I go to college, fuck up my entire first year because freedom. Get send to my country in the summer, find out my father actually killed himself when I was little (I always thought it was an accident.) Come back pretty happy, getting my shit together, going back to college. (After seeing how bad my country was I felt really happy to live in Europe and just realized I wanted to be successful and make this happen.) Douchebag stepfather starts blackmailing me, saying he wants to fuck me, says he’s been following me, says I’m a whore and a drug addict. My mother stays with him. Fucking start hating her. Had to live in the same house for an entire year after that. Eventually move out… third year in college, still a fuck up. Depressed as fuck, even though I have an amazing BF, good friends around me, my own place. I think I was lonely most of my life. I have a bad memory and remember only 30 procent of my childhood because of a lot of emotional stress and change, probably a couple of supressed memories. Always had to be the ‘strong’ one, could never talk about my problems because all of my friends were really normal people with really normal lives. Low-selfesteem is also an issue. I don’t know. A lot of shit went down since I came to this earth. But, despite all of this I’m a pretty cool person. Like, I never complain or cry and I’m a rock in my group of friends. Because of my life (I think) I developed a talent in writing and have good judgement of people. I just think after 23 years I can finally have my own life and make my own rules and that scares me sometimes.